[Joker44]

“Khadi ho. Yahi, khidki ke paas. Ek baar wahan bhi, phir bathroom,” unhone kaha, uthte hue, uske baal ek ungli se peeche karte hue. “Main chahta hoon tu khud ko dekhe, rani. Sheesha jhoot nahi bolta.”

Srivalli uth kar khidki ke sheeshe ke paas khadi ho gayi. Sheeshe mein uski nangi body dikh rahi thi, peeth par unke cum ka thoda nishan, gale mein mangalsutra. Rudra peeche aaye, uske haath sheeshe par rakhwa diye, aur khade-khade, peeche se, dheere andar liya, har inch par uske sheeshe wale chehre ko dekhte hue. Srivalli ke muh se ek gehri siski nikal gayi, “Aaaahhh,” aur sheesha uski saans se dhundhla ho gaya. Woh apni nam aankhein dekhti rahi, jab woh usko dheere-dheere bhar rahe the. Usne nazar nahi hatayi, aur jab poora andar gaya to usne sheeshe par haath kas liye, lekin hatne ki koshish nahi ki.

“Dekh khud ko, rani,” unhone uske kaan ke kareeb kaha. “Pushpa ki pativrata meri kothi ki khidki par khadi hai, aankhein nam, lekin tu khadi hai. Yeh bhi ticket ka hissa hai. Bol, kya dikh raha hai tujhe?”

Srivalli ne sheeshe mein apni nam aankhein dekhi, aur awaaz bheegi lekin seedhi rakhne ki koshish ki. “Mujhe ek aisi aurat dikh rahi hai jo dar bhi rahi hai, aur jo hat bhi nahi rahi. Haan, dekh rahi hoon, ahhh, main dekh rahi hoon. Mat ruko. Main yahin khadi rahungi.” Usne ek haath peeche unki kamar par rakh kar unhe apni taraf kheencha. Unke dhakke gehre the, ab tez bhi, lekin unhone uska chehra sheeshe mein dekhna nahi chhoda, phir nikal kar uski gardan par hoth rakh diye.

“Ab bathroom ja, main aata hoon,” unhone kaha. “Wahan bhi nahi chhodunga tujhe aaj. Paani se tu dhulna chahegi, lekin raat nahi dhulegi. Samjhi?”

Usne sheeshe se nigah hataate hue sir hilaaya. “Haan, samajhti hoon. Main jaa rahi hoon, aur aap aaiye. Main chhupne nahi jaa rahi, sirf paani lene jaa rahi hoon.”

Farmhouse ke bathroom mein safed patthar the, badi glass-wali shower thi, aur garam paani ka dhuaan bharne laga jab Srivalli ne paani chhod diya. Mangalsutra uski geeli chamri par chipak gaya, kali ladiyan boobs ke beech, aur sindoor ki rekha paani se thodi si phaili, lekin utri nahi.

Rudra peeche se aaye aur usko paani ke neeche kheench liya, uski peeth unki chhati se lagi. Haath aage aaye, uske bheege boobs pakad kar masaalne lage, mangalsutra unki ungliyon ke beech. Srivalli ka sar peeche unke kandhe par gir gaya, aur uske muh se ek lambi saans nikal gayi, “Aaaahhh, haan, aise.”

“Paani se nahi dhulne wali tu aaj raat,” unhone kaha, uske kaan par hoth rakhte hue. “Andar bhi, upar bhi, meri hai. Ab bhi ghabrahat hai, ya ab tu maan gayi ki tu le sakti hai?”

“Ghabrahat ab kam hai,” usne kaha, paani ke dhuein mein awaaz bheegi. “Dard ab bhi hai, lekin main jaanti hoon main le sakti hoon. Pair utha lijiye, yahi, khade-khade. Main taiyar hoon.”

Unhone usko palat diya, deewar ke thande patthar uski peeth par, paani un dono ke beech. Srivalli ne ek raan unki kamar par lapet li. Unhone usko thoda uthaya, aur paani ke neeche, khade-khade, dheere andar liya, inch-inch, uska chehra dekhte hue. “Aaaahhh, Rudra uncle, ahhh, dheere, hai…” awaaz bathroom mein goonji. Dard wapas aaya, garam paani ke bawajood bhi, aur ek siski tuti. Usne unki gardan apni taraf kheench li, raan aur kas li. “Haan, le lijiye, mat rukiye. Main aapko pakde hue hoon.”

Unke dhakke gehre the, uski peeth patthar par sarakti, boobs unki chhati se dabbte, aur geeli awaaz paani se alag thi, saaf, uski. Unhone uske baal peeche kheenche aur uski maang ki sindoor par hoth rakh diye. “Sindoor bhi geela hai, lekin gaya nahi. Yeh rakh, mujhe pasand hai. Tu Pushpa ki rani ban kar meri shower mein khadi hai, aur tu bol rahi hai mat rukiye. Yeh dekh kar main khush hoon.”

“Haan, rakhungi, ahhh, wahan, haan, aise,” Srivalli ke naakhun unki peeth par lage. Ab woh sirf sehti nahi thi. Uski kamar unke dhakkon ka jawab de rahi thi, kabhi unko aur andar maangti hui. Unhone uski ek raan aur uthayi, lund aur gehra gaya. “Aaaahhh, haan, wahi, mat nikaaliye. Aaj raat main aapki hoon, lekin kal jo baat karni hai, woh bhi meri yaad mein honi chahiye.”

Sharm ab peeche thi, aur aage thi bhook, saath yeh jaan ki yeh raat usne khud likhi hai. Unhone thodi der aise hi liya, phir nikal kar uske bheege boobs aur pet ko haath se masaala.

“Ab baith, palat ke, yahi neeche,” unhone kaha, uski thuddi uthate hue. “Muh se saaf kar. Paani ke neeche bhi tu meri lund chusegi. Taiyar hai?”

“Haan, taiyar hoon,” usne kaha, aur tiles par ghutnon ke bal baith gayi, paani uske baalon se beh raha tha. Usne unka geela lund muh mein le liya, “Mmm, mmmphhh,” steam, paani, slurping. Unke haath uske geele baalon mein the. Woh chusti rahi, aankhein uthayi, unhe dekhti hui, ab us nazar mein sharm ke saath ek himmat bhi thi. *Dekhiye, main de rahi hoon, main nibha rahi hoon, aur main yahi se apni kursi le kar jaaungi.*

Rudra zyada der nahi tikhe. Unhone nikal kar usko uthaya, phir se deewar se lagaya, aur peeche se dheere andar le kar, phir ek tez dhakke ke saath, apna doosra, teesra maal uski chut mein chhod diya, paani ke neeche, uski siski unke kaan mein. “Aaaahhh, haan, andar, dijiye,” usne kaha, unki peeth ko kaste hue.

Paani dono par girta raha. Srivalli unke kandhe se chipki rahi, kaanpti hui, mangalsutra unki chhati se chipka hua tha.

Unhone paani band kiya, ek bada towel uthaya, aur uske jism ko khud se ponchha. Mangalsutra ko unhone ponchha nahi, sirf ungli se ladi theek ki. “Yeh rehne de, bheega hi theek hai. Thak gayi, ya palang par aur bhi dena hai tujhe?”

Srivalli ne kuch pal unke haath ko apni kamar par rehne diya, aankhein adhkhuli, thakan aur ek shaant si aag dono saath. “Thak gayi hoon, lekin dena baaki hai agar aap chahein. Aaj raat adhoori nahi jaayegi, yeh main khud keh rahi hoon.”

Kamre ki ghadi teen ke aas-paas thi jab woh wapas palang par aaye. Srivalli palang par leti thi, aur Rudra uske bagal mein aaye, haath uske pet se hota hua neeche, uski ab sensitive chut par, dheere pherte hue. Usne pair nahi band kiye.

“Thak gayi, rani, ya aur degi?” unhone poocha, uski aankhon mein dekhte hue. “Bol sacchi baat. Main zabardasti nahi karunga, lekin agar tu degi toh main lunga, aur main tera chehra dekhte hue lunga.”

Srivalli ne unki taraf palat kar dekha. Aankhon mein thakaan thi, sharm ka ek bacha hua kona tha, aur uske saath ek aag bhi thi jo dopahar guesthouse mein nahi thi. Usne unka haath apni chut par dabaya, khud. “Dungi. Aaj raat jitna aap chahein, dungi. Lekin ab main bhi upar se lungi. Aap dekhte rahiye, main khud baithungi. Yeh bhi meri keemat ka hissa hai, aur meri marzi ka bhi.”

Rudra ki aankhon mein ek naya mazaa aaya. “Toh aa, khud baith. Meri toy ab bolna seekh gayi, aur mujhe yeh pasand aa raha hai. Dheere lena, rani. Main dekh raha hoonga tu kaise leti hai.”

Srivalli unke upar aayi, raanein unki kamar ke dono taraf, aur unke phir se sakht lund ko pakad kar apni chut par rakh kar dheere se baithna shuru kiya. Raat bhar ke baad bhi pehla inch usko kheencha, “Aaaahhh, mmm,” uski raanen kaanpi. Unhone neeche se uska chehra dekha, haath uski kamar par, lekin dhakka nahi diya. “Dheere, rani. Main dekh raha hoon. Tu khud le, aur bolti reh.”

Woh inch-inch neeche baithi, dard aur maza dono milte, aur jab poora andar hua to usne unki chhati par haath rakh kar ek pal ruk kar saans bhari. Aankhon mein namak tha, lekin usne unhe dekha aur khud hilna shuru kiya, apni taal, apni kamar. Unhone uski gaand pakadi, lekin is baar usne unke haath ko apni jagah rakha aur, thakan ke bawajood, khud tez kiya.

“Yeh bhi meri keemat hai, ahhh, ticket bhi, aur yeh main khud de rahi hoon,” uske lafz siski ke beech toot rahe the, lekin saaf the. “Aaj raat main aapki toy hoon, haan, lekin yeh khel main bhi khel rahi hoon. Kal jab papers aayenge, tab aap yaad rakhna ki main sirf jhukne nahi aayi thi, main lene bhi aayi thi.”

“Bahut achha, rani. Ab tu samajh rahi hai power kya hoti hai,” unhone kaha, uske boobs muh mein lete hue. “Jhukna bhi power hai, jab tu jaan ke jhukti hai. Yeh baat party mein kaam aayegi.” Srivalli tez ho gayi. Jab woh kaanpane lagi, unhone usko palat kar neeche kiya, aur uske upar se gehre, tez dhakke maare, uski aankhon mein dekhte hue, jab tak dono ek ke baad ek nahi nikle. Pehle woh nikal, ek lambi siski ke saath, “Aaaahhh, haan, wahan, mat ruko,” phir woh, andar, uski chut ko bharte hue.

Thodi der baad, jab saansen shaant padne lagi, Rudra ne usko apni taraf kheench liya. Unka lund uski ranon ke beech se phir uthne laga. Srivalli ne pair thoda sa uthaya, peeche se jagah di, ab unhe kehna nahi pada.

“Aur?” unhone kaan ke kareeb poocha. “Bol, rani. Ek baar aur, ya ab so jaaye tu?”

“Haan,” usne kaha, awaaz soyi-si, lekin saaf. “Ek baar aur, aise, peeche se, dheere. Main aapko rok nahi rahi. Main sirf itna chahti hoon ki yeh aakhri baar tez na ho, taaki main aapko mehsoos kar sakun.”

Unhone uski ek raan uthakar, side se, uski geeli, thaki hui chut mein dheere se, inch-inch andar liya. “Mmm, ahhh, dheere, haan, aise,” usne kaha, unka haath apni chhati par pakadte hue. Yeh dhakke tez nahi the, gehre the, lambe, jaise raat ke aakhri hisse ko kheench rahe hon. Har inch par uski saans tutti. Unhone uska adhkhula chehra dekha aur usi dheemi raftaar par rahe. Is baar usne unka haath apni chut ke upar dabaya, apni ungli unke saath, aur unki raan ko apni taraf kheench liya.

*Main ab unse nahi chhup rahi, aur main bhi le rahi hoon. Yeh soch kar ek galti jaisi sharm aati hai, lekin is pal main is sharm ko apne saath sone de rahi hoon.*

Jab woh kaanpi, unhone uske kaan mein sirf itna kaha, “Meri rani, meri toy, aaj raat kaafi di tu. Subah baat karenge, ab tu meri palang par so.” Aur dheere se, andar hi, aakhri baar khud ko chhod diya. Srivalli ne unka haath apni chhati par pakad liya, mangalsutra unki ungliyon ke neeche, aur aankhein band kar li.

Iske baad der tak sirf unki saansen thi. Kamre mein unka pasina tha, whiskey ki bachi hui khushboo thi, aur uske gale mein mangalsutra ki thandi ladi thi.

Sky ke kinare ek patli si silli roshni aayi to Rudra ne khidki ka parda thoda sa khola. Subah hone wali thi. Srivalli palang par leti thi, jism bhari hui, ranon ke beech geela, honth sooje, sindoor ab ek dhundhli rekha, lekin mangalsutra waise hi gale mein, jaise usne kasam khaayi thi.

Rudra ne kurta nahi pehna, sirf ek towel kamar par bandha, aur uske paas baith kar uski peeth par haath phera. “Uth, rani. Baat karni hai, aur yeh baat raat wali nahi, subah wali hai. Ticket ki, party ki, aur tere Pushpa ki bhi.”

Srivalli uth kar palang ke sirhane se lag gayi. Chadar uski chhati tak uthayi, phir soch kar itni uthayi ki mangalsutra dikhta rahe. Unhe dekhte hue uski awaaz mein thakaan thi, lekin dar nahi tha. “Toh boliye. Ticket milegi na? Aaj raat maine jo kaha tha, woh diya, aur aapne kaha tha ki subah baat karenge. Main hosh mein hoon, aur main sunna chahti hoon.”

Rudra ne uski thuddi nahi pakadi is baar. Sirf shaant, malikana awaaz mein kaha, “Milegi. MLA ticket teri hai, yeh main kah chuka, aur ab yeh meri baat hai. Party mein naam chalega, form pe dastkhat honge. Jolly ko bol dena, papers ready kare. Tu rani banegi, stage par khadi hogi. Yeh raat bekaar nahi gayi, rani. Tu ne jo diya, uska hisaab main rakhunga.”

Srivalli ki aankhon mein ek gehra, thaka hua sukoon aaya, sharm ke saath, lekin saaf. *Milegi. Maine chukaya. Yeh meri hai.* Ek pal ko uske muh par muskaan aayi, chhoti, thaki, jeet si. Usne chadar ke kinare ko kas kar poocha, “Papers kab tak aayenge? Pushpa ji ko main khushi-khushi bataungi ki party ne ticket de di, lekin unko is raat ka chehra nahi dikhna chahiye. Yeh meri shart hai, sirf aapki nahi.”

“Papers jaldi aayenge, ek-do din mein,” unhone kaha, uske baal se ek geela tinka hataate hue. “Pushpa ko tu jo sunana chahe sunana. Woh proud hoga, main jaanta hoon us aadmi ko. Lekin ek baat aur samajh le, rani. MLA shuruaat hai, anjam nahi. Party sirf meri nahi hai. Andar ek circle hai, hamare log, jo ticket, fund, seat, sab decide karte hain. Woh tujhe dekhna chahenge, milna chahenge. Ek private dinner baad mein, unke saath. Tu unhe bhi khush karegi, waisa hi jaise aaj raat mujhe kiya. Tab jaake yeh kursi pakki baithti hai.”

Srivalli ki ungliyan chadar par kas gayi, aur uski saans ek baar ruki. Andar ek naya wazan aaya, kyunki raat khatam ho rahi thi, lekin khel nahi. Party ka inner circle, unse milna, unhe khush karna, yeh saaya ek pal ko uski aankhon ke aage se guzra. *Yeh baat main pehle se bhaanp rahi thi, lekin subah ki roshni mein yeh aur saaf ho gayi hai. Ticket ek darwaza hai, aur us darwaze ke peeche aur log khade hain.*

Usne nazar nahi hatayi. “Pehle ticket aani chahiye, yeh meri pehli baat hai. Uske baad main sochungi. Jo dena hoga, soch kar dungi, jaise aaj diya. Main aapki party ki koi bhi cheez nahi banne wali, jo bina poochhe aage sarak di jaaye. Dinner hoga, log honge, yeh main samajhti hoon, lekin unka naam, unki baat, aur meri shart, yeh sab pehle meri mez par aani chahiye.”

Rudra hans pade, is baar thodi si taarif jaisi hansi. “Sochna achha hai, aur shart rakhna bhi. Lekin tu aayegi, rani, yeh main jaanta hoon. Aaj raat tu ne sikh liya tu kya de sakti hai, aur tujhe kya lena hai. Power muh se nahi, jism se, dimag se, aur himmat se aati hai, aur teenon cheezein tere paas hain. Ja, ghar ja. Apne Pushpa ke bagal mein so ja, pativrata ban kar. Ticket ki khabar usko tu khushi-khushi dena. Baaki main sambhalunga, aur Jolly ko bhi keh dunga ki woh teri papers ke peeche lage.”

Srivalli ne thodi der unhe dekha, phir dheere se kaha, “Theek hai. Main jaati hoon. Aaj raat ki baat mere aur aapke beech rahegi, aur ticket ki baat sheher ke saamne jaayegi. Itna hisaab mujhe chahiye.” Phir woh palang se utri. Pairon mein dard tha, ranon mein jalan, lekin chal saki.

Usne bathroom mein chehra dhoya, hoth saaf kiye, aur maang mein thoda sa naya sindoor bhara, apni chhoti si tikli se, jo purse mein rakhi hui thi. Maroon Kanjeevaram uthayi, jo raat bhar marble aur mez par padi thi, ab thodi creased. Petticoat, blouse ke hooks, aur pleats jitni jaldi saj sakein usne sajaye, pallu seene par lapeta, jhumke, choodiyan, payal aur gold haar wapas pehne. Mangalsutra to utra hi nahi tha.

Sheeshe mein jo aurat thi, uski aankhein laal thi, honth sooje, gardan par ek-do halki daant ke nishaan, lekin pallu theek tha, sindoor dikhta hua tha, aur pleats ab itni saaf nahi thi jaisi shaam ko nikli thi. Usne lipstick nahi lagayi, bas pallu kas kar lapeta. Andar uske jism par poori raat thi, ranon ke beech geela, kamar mein thakaan. *Main ab ghar jaa rahi hoon, ticket meri hone wali hai, aur yeh soch kar jo josh aa raha hai, uske peeche Pushpa ji ki neend ka bhi wazan hai. Dono ko ek saath le kar chalna hoga.*

Gaadi driveway se nikal kar jungle ki sadak par aayi to aasman mein pehli roshni thi, dhundhli, gulaabi, aur farmhouse peeche chhoot gaya. Srivalli ke dono haath steering par the, choodiyan kabhi-kabhi baj jaati, pallu ke neeche mangalsutra uski saans ke saath uth-gir raha tha.

*Ticket meri hai, aaj raat maine di. Jo circle ki baat unhone ki, woh baad mein aayegi, aur us par main soch kar jawab dungi. Yeh jhoot ghar ke liye hai, apne dil ke liye nahi, kyunki dil jaanta hai main kahan thi, aur kyun thi. Ab ghar jaana hai, aur muskurana hai, kyunki rani wahi hai jo dono chehre sambhal sake.*

Sheher ke pehle lights mile, phir haveli ka rasta. Security guard ne neend bhari aankhon se gate khola, salute kiya. Aangan shaant tha, maa ji abhi nahi uthi thi. Srivalli ne payal utar kar haath mein li, taaki marble par awaaz na ho, aur bedroom tak nange pair gayi. Darwaza dheere khola.

Pushpa ji ab bhi so rahe the, wahi seedhi, bhaari neend, ek haath uski khaali jagah par pada hua, jaise intezaar mein ho. Beedi ki khushboo ab halki thi. Srivalli ne maroon saree aur blouse dheere utare, petticoat ke upar ek naram cotton ki nighty daali, aur mangalsutra usi ke andar chhupa liya. Pallu, Kanjeevaram, jhumke sab almari ke kone mein rakh diye, kal poochha jaaye to yeh kehne ke liye ki interview lamba ho gaya.

Woh palang ke kinare baithi aur unhe dekha. Jail ke baad unka chehra kitna shaant soya tha, jaise is palang par unki rani safe ho. Ek pal irada kaanpa. *Kya main abhi keh doon, kya main abhi yeh raat bata doon? Unhone fund diya tha, bharosa diya tha, proud hokar bheja tha. Yeh unka dard banane ka waqt nahi hai. Yeh unki neend hai, aur meri kursi hai, aur in dono ko ek saath todna main nahi chahti.*

Usne chadar uthayi aur unke bagal mein let gayi, peeth unki chhati ki taraf, jaise roz leti hai. Unhone neend mein hi haath badha kar uski kamar pakad li, apni taraf kheench liya. Uski raat-bhari kamar unke haath mein aa gayi, lekin unko kuch pata nahi chala.

“Meri rani,” unhone muh ke andar, neend ki bhaari awaaz mein kaha, uske baalon mein. “Aa gayi…”

Srivalli ki aankhein ek pal khuli rahi. Unke haath ka wazan uski kamar par tha. Bahar sooraj uth raha tha. Andar uske jism par kisi aur ki raat thi, aur gale mein wahi mangalsutra. Usne unke haath ko apni kamar par rehne diya, aankhein band ki. Hothon par ek thaki, chhoti si muskaan thi, jo unko nahi dikhi.

*Haan, Pushpa ji, meri rani. Ticket meri hone wali hai, aur aaj raat ki keemat maine aankhein khol kar chuka di. Yeh sach meri chhati mein rahega, aapki neend mein nahi, aur kal jab main aapko ticket ki khushi dungi, tab bhi yeh raat mere saath hogi.*